Lost Girl 🔍 (Sherlock x Reader) [EDITING]

Chapter 37: Clueing for Looks

Hey guys! Sorry for the inconsistent updates, I've been super duper busy with friends and school and writing other things *le smirk*.

I'm skipping the Bloody Guardsman because I realized that it was a boring part overall for me to write and I want to keep y'all engaged!

So - for the moment you've all been waiting for - Sherlock, John, and of course, YOU, drunk!

Anyway, enjoy the part!

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Your POV

I rolled my eyes back in my head as I saw Sherlock mouthing off with some sod on the opposite side of the pub. I didn't even know what we were doing anymore because I was drunk off my ass. The experiment of the night was washed away like the rest of our judgement, but I didn't mind, it was nice to have some fun.

Waving my glass around drunkenly as John and I watched Sherlock poke the man several times in the chest, I decided to finally do something about it. The man swings and Sherlock dodges it, more out of luck than of judgement.

"All right, enough!" I slur as the man is taken forward by his swing, crashing into the table next to them. I take his hand and he looked at me with liquor-licked eyes, pupils dilated to the extreme.

"I know ashtray..." He slurs as I lead him towards the exit, stumbling myself with John following behind to keep me straight.

The chilly air hits me hard, and I immediately start to shiver. Sherlock grunts at me and, with fumbling hands, took off his coat and wrapped it around me. "Taxi!" I heard John call as Sherlock looked at me with love in his eyes. Drunk love, but hey, it was still adorable. 

"I... l-love you." He slurred, throwing his arm around me and ruffling my hair like I was a 5-year-old. Whether we were drunk or not didn't matter in this moment, the rest of the world disappeared around us; that is until John shook us and dragged us into the taxi.

He led me into the taxi like a gentlemen, making me giggle as we made our way back home.

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Sherlocks POV

The next thing I knew we were playing Rizla in the living room. I had written Madonna on John, and John had written (Y/N) (L/N) on her forehead. John peers at me with (Y/N) on my lap, straddling me with her arms around my neck.

"Am I a vegetable?" He slurs, and (Y/N) can't help but giggle, making me want to kiss her even more. I hold a glass of whiskey in my hand, waving it around, not caring if got it on the floor.

"You or the... thing?" I ask as we snigger, John's face giving me a fake hate look.

"Funny." She sniggers, placing a soft kiss on my cheek and running his hands through my hair.

"Thank you." I say bashfully, blushing and looking down and lacing my fingers with hers, squeezing her hand tightly.

"Come on..." John said annoyingly, pointing back towards the piece of paper on his head.

"No, you're not a vegetable."

"It's your go."

"Err... am I human?" I slur, looking back at (Y/N) to see her staring down at me.

"Mmm... sometimes." She said, chuckling a bit at her own joke. A bit of her hair fell into her face, and I tucked it back, trying not to tug on it.

"Can't have sometimes... it has to be..." I slowly start to slide out of my chair, and I struggle to pull myself back up as John answers.

"Yes, you're human." John said, slumping back into his chair. I lean woozily towards him, asking another question.

"Am I a man?"